Page 137 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

“Struggling already, luv?” His voice is a deep, rich purr, all teasing indulgence. “We haven’t even started yet.”

Gabe steps closer, close enough that I can feel his heat against my back, but not touching.

Not giving me an inch.

I squirm, my body arching instinctively toward him, toward anything?—

A sharp tsk from Gabemakes me freeze.

“That’s adorable,” he murmurs, his breath a ghost against the nape of my neck. “She thinks we’re just gonna give her what she wants.”

Hank exhales a quiet laugh, dragging his fingertips up my sides, slow and deliberate.

“Oh no, luv. You’re going to earn it.”

My head falls back against the restraints, a frustrated whimper escaping before I can stop it.

Hank chuckles, low and satisfied, before pressing a kiss to my jaw. “That’s right, luv.” His lips brush against mine, featherlight. “You suffer for us first.”

Hank’s hands become more deliberate. No longer teasing. No longer skimming.

He cups my breasts, his palms rough and warm as he massages, rolling the weight of them in his hands. He flicks my nipples, the sensation sharp and aching, pulling a gasp from my lips. My back arches, instinctively offering myself to him, but the restraints hold me fast, keeping me exactly where they want me.

“Beautiful,” Hank murmurs, his voice thick with approval.

He pinches one peak just enough to make me whimper, his other hand sliding lower, fingers trailing over the softness of my stomach, tracing the curve of my hip, down the inside of my thigh.

And then?—

His fingers dip between my legs.

A whimper escapes me, my knees buckling slightly, but he holds me up, keeps me open, keeps me waiting.

I moan, tilting my head back, desperate for more, desperate for anything.

Hank exhales a soft chuckle. “So eager.” His fingers slide through the slickness there, slow, testing, his breath warm against my throat. “You like being teased, don’t you, luv?”

I can’t even form words.

I nod, gasping when he circles my most sensitive spot, just the barest touch, just enough to taste pleasure before?—

He pulls back.

I cry out, my body trembling, aching, clenching around nothing.

Hank tuts, pressing a kiss to the hollow of my throat. “Tsk, tsk,luv. What did I say?” His lips brush against my ear, the whisper almost tender. “You suffer for us first.”

A frustrated whimper slips from my lips, my fingers curling into fists above my head.

And then?—

Gabe.

He steps away from me, slow and measured, his boots soft against the hardwood floor.

Not toward the bed.

Not toward Hank.

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